Often if you watch the birds
you’ll see them bearing olives
and maybe a grape tomato
to their chicks who don’t quite
understand the story of circles.
The shape of their lives through the air
and time is like sleeping in a cabin
where the villages are remote. Bears watch
the lights go out one by one from their caves.
One moves among the small houses.
He presses a dark weight against a door.
He suspends two moons in his eyes then sleeps.
The children put their palms
to the small window above the porch
and close their eyes and imagine
the circles birds made during the day
believing that, come morning,
they’ll climb a high tree, let go, and fly.
